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@micaketai
I would like to become tolerant without overlooking anything, persecute no one even when all people persecute me; become better without noticing it; become sadder, but enjoy living; become more serene, be happy in others; belong to no one, grow in everyone; love the best, comfort the worst; not even hate myself anymore.
Elias Canetti
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, 'This is the problem I want to have.'
You couldn’t erase the past. You couldn’t even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.
Ann Brashares
How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?
Madness:
max bradley
That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual expression that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.
Jenny Han
172/365 (by juliette sandbox)
And yet if I had a choice, I would choose to believe you. What's most critical is not the truth, or that truth exists elsewhere and/or otherwise; but it is whether you can or cannot trust. The moment you realize you're preoccupied by that possibility of your trust being broken, is when you know you do not trust. It is not whether they are trustworthy, or what actually happened. Ultimately you will never know what was done in actuality, and whatever you decide to believe in are possibly skewed, distorted, and misrepresented. It is, then, really about what you decide to believe in, and what you can make yourself believe in. Trust does depend on what you believe in but it is also about seeing beyond speculations and facts. Trust surpasses all of those. Trust is emotion; it is connection, and it is your will. One must earn it, yes, but part of it is really up to you. Can you trust? Do you still trust? Would you work to trust and is it worth it?
My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.
Maya Angelou (via thoughtsdetained)
"suga"
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indeed, i am not that girl. i'm not her. i'm not someone else, or anyone else.
so you giving me names, attaching them meanings and reflecting them on me--is like nothing else. cos in that moment, i carry a meaning; i mean something to you.
and somehow you can make my night, just like that.
just. like. that.
How could the silence be so loud at times? Grant me strength to accept that some things are just out of my hands. Can there be no hint of dullness ever showing on my face?
The mind is beautiful because of the paradox. It uses itself to understand itself.
Adam Elenbass (via redwoodcollective)
